Spring Bouquet
In 1912 when she was thirteen years old, my Aunt Medora wrote from Olympia to her mother in Oysterville: I think when people complain of the weather they just have nothing to say and want to say something… Usually, I tend to agree with that sentiment but, this year has turned into an exception. Even my son Charlie, in a recent phone call from his home in Los Angeles, spoke at length about their unusual weather and asked what it was like here. An almost unheard of exchange between us!
The same day someone (maybe from Long Beach or Seaview) wrote on FaceBook at 8:30 in the morning that, since dawn, it had rained, hailed, sleeted, snowed and there had been thunder, lightning, a big black cloud and a bit of blue sky! Yep! That’s the way the days have been going here at the beach. Despite Medora’s excellent observation and my own inclination to focus on something of more substance, the weather this year is definitely demanding our attention and commentary.
Snow Falling on Rhodies
Yesterday I answered our doorbell t to accept delivery of a belated birthday present – a cheerful bouquet of spring flowers that had been put on hold while we were in Portland last week. Behind the messenger and the flowers, the snow was coming down in large, fluffy flakes. .If spring is marked by contrasts, this was the visual proof.
As long as I am snug inside, I don’t mind the weather kaleidoscope out my windows. But going out in it – even bundled to the max – is not my idea of fun. And speaking of looking outside and having fun – last night after dark we could see that neighbors Carol and Tucker were having a bonfire in their backyard firepit! Seriously??!! I couldn’t tell if they were sitting around it roasting marshmallows or not, but somehow that wouldn’t have surprised me. We’re in Oysterville, after all, where all things are possible! No. Make that probable.
Your Aunt Medora sounds to me like she had alot of insight for a young girl. Her comment about the weather certainly holds true.